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“you”

you feel different, of a higher tier

when you’re used to explosions slow burns strike fear


i’m training new muscles to trick my mind

not to run away or sabotage what’s rightfully mine


it feels like i took the highway just to get down the street

but i can’t say there wasn’t meaning in every step of my feet


you’re more than what i thought or what i could see

i feel for you in the dark and you find me easily


you take your time with my layers, like a painting

you learn and explore me with little regard to the time that it’s taking


now here we stand, developed and willing

to put a new picture in the frame that’s been hanging


i want to receive you but i also want to give

negative and positive, charging us both to live


similarities and synchronicities making it known

on the outside my inner work is now shown


this is courage and patience, revival and redemption

an understanding that where others compromise we’re in collaboration


wherever the destination, i would like to walk in stride

with the one who makes me feel like i no longer have to hide


b.n.

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